Because when the noise finally subsided, the woman slowly smiled and quietly said:

— You kiss in a way that I don’t even know whether to arrest you or thank you. Although, honestly, it’s clear that this is definitely not the first time you’ve escaped so beautifully.

He froze for a second, then slowly straightened and squinted.

He took a step aside, ready to disappear, but she was faster. One movement — and he was already lying on the asphalt, and her voice sounded calm and almost mocking:

— Calm down. You’re under arrest. And, by the way, you kiss suspiciously confidently for someone who supposedly just passed by.

— Baby, not so fast. I was counting on thanks, but this quickly — the two of us on the ground, in handcuffs — that’s already too much, even for me.

He laughed quietly, not even trying to break free.

— Usually women lose their heads after my kiss, but you — on the contrary — call for backup.

She pressed the button on the radio but paused for a moment, as if she didn’t expect to smile.

— Don’t flatter yourself.

— Then I was lucky, — he replied calmly. — Not every day are you arrested by a beautiful woman.

When the car arrived, he turned his head and quietly added:

— Listen, if I get a year… will you at least sometimes remember how I kissed you?

She said nothing, just looked away for a moment, and that was enough.

The year passed slowly. It turned out he was just a hacker who went where he shouldn’t have. When the prison doors opened, he stepped out expecting to see only his relatives.

But beside them stood she.

Without a uniform. Without a cold stare. And when he approached, she quietly said:

— Well, fugitive… now you’ll try to kiss me without sirens?